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 Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:33 pm
When he went quiet, she turned, grinning crookedly. Her entire body turned enough to lie on her side, and she put her hands under her head to stare at him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:37 pm
It took him a minute to notice, but as soon as he did, he froze. Leslie stared her down with an untrusting glare, hackles raised.
(They were always raised.)
"The <******** are you looking at?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:27 pm
Maebe's little smile grew.
"Yeeer preeeetty."
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:56 am
Leslie stared at her, his frown increasing in size and strength with every passing second. it grew so great that it acquired an entire gravitational field all of its own.
"Listen, Barbie," he said, "keep your eyes to your ******** self. Jesus."
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:08 am
Maebe fluttered her eyelashes prettily and let out an overdramatic and infatuated sigh.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:19 am
A pause.
"You're ******** annoying. You going to put your useless hole to good use, or are you just going to sit over there wishing you could?"
Leslie returned to his phone. "What ******** duty you shirking to be here, anyway?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:27 am
"Just wishing." Her lips made an O shape, and her hand cupped, moving back and forth in front of her face while her tongue jutted her tongue out. It was a perfect b*****b mimic.
Her hand dropped when he asked a legitimate question. "All of them. A better question should be, what duties am I not shirking. Which is, umm, oh. I guess sparring is a duty."
She snickered - because she'd just said duty.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:03 pm
He just shook his head, briefly catching her doing an impression of giving head. It was a clear jab at him, and he mournfully wished that the girl was serious. Putting out would be the only way she'd get more appealing. Like most red-blooded teenage boy, the idea was exciting: enticing, even. Unlike most, though, he didn't place any emotional attachment into it. It was a way to fulfil a bodily function, a way to get his kicks and assert his dominance over a chosen partner.
There hadn't been a ton, but there had been enough.
"Mouthy and lazy. The worst kinda b***h."
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:16 pm
Maebe gasped, as if she was scandalized by his comment. "Oh, my God. I so totally disagree with you. The worst kind of b***h is mouthy and excited. That's the one that wants to be wined and dined. And wants to talk after sex. And doesn't get out when you're done." But as she thought about it, she had second thoughts. "Okay, maybe you're right. Bitches with energy can get pretty fierce in bed. Fine, point conceded. Carry on." She started daydreaming about how fierce America probably was in bed. She'd almost forgotten the positives of energetic lovers.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:27 pm
"Nah, nah. Those girls don't want you unless you ******** initiate it. Once the attention stops, so do they, and it's easy to ******** tell what kinda girl they are." They wanted more than he could give, in more way than one. There weren't many girls that went to his kind of parties that wanted expensive things, drugs aside. Leslie cast a side-eye at her, sizing her up with an appraisal that he hadn't trained on her before. Actual interest, maybe. "You a dyke, then?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:32 pm
Maebe rolled her eyes in legitimate annoyance. "Dyke is a word. A label. A limit. Give me a break. I'm not a dyke, I'm not an anything." Her hand went up to feel one of her hairpins, making sure it hadn't been dislodged from lying down for too long. Priorities. "If someone asked me what my sexual orientation was, the correct answer would be yes."
Maebe was very equal opportunity.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:34 pm
"Great," he replied with a very distinct roll of the eyes. "It's worse. You're a hippie." Wonderful. " Goddamn hippies."
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 10:34 pm
For the first time since she'd met him, Maebe frowned at the boy, lifting her head to give him a stern glance. "What is with you and labels? Why do you have to keep trying to pin me down with a name? I mean, I know you don't really care who or what I am. It's obvious. And that's cool - but be true to it. You know?" Her head flopped back down on the pillow. "If you don't give a s**t about people, you should actually not give a s**t. Like, who cares what I am? So I like to ********, and okay, maybe a nudist colony sounds pretty ******** spectacular when I think about it. But I'm not a hippie - because I'm not anything." Wise words, which did not come often from her. She closed her eyes, and returned to snuggling lazily into the couch. "Do hippies even exist anymore? Welcome to the new age, sweetheart. I mean, if I'm anything, I'm a slut." One eye opened and she held her finger up. "Not a whore. Don't you ever ******** ask me to ******** for money."
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 9:10 pm
Leslie snorted derisively at her insistence that she was free as a bird, or something like it. "If I want your life advice, sweetheart," he said, smiling with teeth visible, his weapon displeased at his recklessness, "I'll ask." He stood, cracking his neck, ready to get away from this girl that, despite it all, seemed comfortable in her skin. "The sooner you learn that everyone fits into a tiny box to someone else, the better off you'll be." Leslie used his hands to frame her face, sizing her up, finding nothing of worth. "Prey. b***h. Hippy. Bimbo. Slut." Deliberately chosen, but not given any additional malice than the rest of his words. "A lot of ways to say useless, huh?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 8:35 pm
None of those words meant useless, to her. In fact, all of them meant quite the opposite - and a lot of them also meant survival. She posed when he placed her in the frame, and her lips pursed in a tiny, puckered kiss.
"I could show you just how useful those words are, you know." She murmured quietly. "Especially that last one."
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